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Gardening at Mrs Chesters

Date: 11/13/2016, Categories: Mature, Author: schoolmrs, Rating: 8, Source: LushStories

Dorothy looked up and tore her eyes away from his chest. “If you slip your boots off, you can use the downstairs cloakroom.” He went inside, as she set out about planning the next task. She heard the flushing noise pretty much as she heard the front door bell go. It must be her friend, Collett. Dorothy went to the front and smiled at her friend. Collett was wearing a pastel shaded blouse and fawn slipover, with a string of pearls to her neck and tartan skirt below. “Hello Dorothy; how is the garden? How is your helper coping with you and your changing mind?” Dorothy laughed. “Come and see,” she said. The women moved to the kitchen. They looked out at the worker. “Oh it’s progressing well I see. Are you going to move the compost heaps too?” “I haven’t decided yet, we have heaps of grass and other cuttings, but they take ages to rot. I'm not sure I want to keep them anymore.” Collett laughed. “Nonsense Dorothy, you haven’t been treating them properly. You need uric acid, lots of it.” “Where do I get that from?” “Well a good source is urine, but some is better than others. The best stuff is from teenagers, boys in particular, the hormonal mix is quite fantastic.” Dorothy laughed. “Then I will need to get Jonathan to pee on it outside. I will have to bar him from using the bathroom.” Jonathan passed slightly embarrassed, but not understanding the reference. “Hello”, he said to the lady in Dot’s kitchen. He went outside. “Is that your little helper Dorothy?” “Indeed.” Collett ... thought for a moment. “You should get him to pee on it, he looks eighteen. His urine would be the best you can get. Ideally you could direct him on to the compost personally, as he probably won’t spread it around properly. To save the embarrassment, get him to pee into a container and you can spray it properly and carefully, later.” Dorothy smiled. “Well I can only ask him, I suppose.” The women went out into the garden. They observed the boy laboring and sweating. Dorothy wasn’t the only woman watching, without feeling a tiny bit aroused. “Even better ask him to pee into a bottle when he's home, and bring it in with him to work!” Dorothy laughed, slightly embarrassed, but out of earshot of the boy. “I can’t do that Collett.” “Well the alternative here is to get hold of his member and direct the spray for him in person.” They both giggled, but both secretly wondered, what that might be like. “I'll broach it before he goes home. Come inside now.” What neither realized was that Jonathan had just been in the cloakroom. He had not been just peeing however, but also masturbating. He had been thinking about the arty bedroom shot of Dorothy, and added to it what he had seen of her in the garden. It was all he could do to avoid getting an erection in the shorts she had provided. He wasn’t sure if he could do this job, but he was certain he had a controlled explosion to set off, and soon. Dot had not noticed as Jon had turned away on his way to the cloakroom, just how prominent, he was ...